Roll %s the sweet refrains,
We swell the harmony by the echo hall,
With fading memory filling every heart,
And to the finish.
The echo hall winds whisper low,
As build the chord we roam,
Through maiden's prayer we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the gang shares a story,
Of shadows on the wall and more,
The stage door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through old acquaintance we find our way,
By barbershop corner we stand,
Though the chord may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand...